2010: I spent most of the year unemployed and on the dole. I became broke while living in America due to the bad exchange rate and all the rip off a novice traveller experiences while visiting 2 Imperlaist Shitholes of America and Canada.
I had a falling out with my Country of Birth Australia. I told myself "one day I become British and leave this shithole island to live in a continent where there are more freedoms.
I lost my virginity at a Gang Bang in Castle Hill thanks to a woman called CJ
I had 8 jobs in 2010, didn't last long in many of them as I was sick of Pommy Assholes taking my jobs in Calls centres in OZ. I swore vengeance on those British Fucktards that one day I'd be taking their jobs in London.
On the 3rd last day of 2010, my Nephew was born. That day I started a job as a Dishwasher some 21 months after I walked out of my last stable job.
2011: I worked so fucking hard at the Shit Rock Cafe in Baulkham Hills. I had to pay off a boarding debt with my Mum, Obtain a British Passport, by a ticket to Hellfest 2011 and get to Europe
In the space of 19 days I left Australia to run around Beijing, London, Paris, Brussels, Luxembourg, Monaco, San Marino, Andorra, Tangier, Gibraltar and Birmingham. 3 continents visited on one trip
I knew I was going to travel again in 2012, so I sacrificed going to some gigs so I could get back over there
My Dishwashing job was an Underpaying shithole run by a sexist pig who discriminated against men. He wouldn't hire men to wait on tables. I quit The Shit Rock Cafe a day after turning 26 and I never foot in that hole again.
I ended the year working 2 jobs at 2 great business. On the last day of 2011, I swore never to visit that Island Shithole of New Zealand again.
2012: Worked 2 jobs for all of the 1st quarter until Eurolounge went broke on April Fools Day.
I smuggled Opeth music into the Islamic Republic of Iran. It was there I realized that Iranian people are better than White New Zealander, Australians, Americans and Canadians and that Western Imperlaism can get fucked!
I denounced any support of Australia. I refuse to use an Australian passport to enter any 193 members of the UN.
I saw my Dad twice in 2012
2013: I lost my Job at Harvest Cafe when the business closed on April Fools Days.
I wanted to move to Birmingham, but due to losing this job I felt like I had come back to Australia and started work at a Catholic Function Centre
I travelled from London to Istanbul without flying. Visiting new nations like the Netherlands, Czech Republic, Slovakia, Hungary, Romania and Bulgaria
I started seeing High Class escorts in Sydney. Mainly because since I am proudly a retard, no woman out there ever hurls themselves at me unless I am at Kings Cross
In the financial year of July 2013-June 2014, I spent $4000 on sex with a total of 11 women in Sydney.
Due to my addiction to escorts. I fell out with the Catholic Church. I despised the church I went to for 27 years. I wanted to be an Athiest/ Marxist/ Communist because all religions in the world tell you NOT TO HAVE SEX BEFORE MARRIAGE and HOW YOU HAVE TO GET MARRIED.
Every Sunday at St.Michael Catholic Church in Baulkham Hills I stood in the corner to operate a PowerPoint presentation. In the year of 2013, not one single person in that shithole cult had the balls to stand up and say I CAN DO IT
I became a Waiter in 2013 and this gave me the balls to go up to my ex-employer in Rouse Hill and say "UP YOURS RICARDO VILA YOU CUNT"
I got myself back to religion after finding the Armenian church in Chatswood. Going to this church did help me gain new things such as extra work and such.
Yet again I was burdened with my Zero hour contract jobs. I had 2 jobs at the same time but both of them equally suck. ESPECIALLY WORKING FOR SPOTLESS. Spotless Australia is a bunch of Imperliats knobs who go around all the big companies in Australia begging so their low life employers can do shitty jobs.
I had a short stint working for Meze Me in Rouse Hill. The Owner Darren Petit was a tight arse manager who only gave me 6 hours of work a week. My Hand Tremors made me shit at carrying coffee.
I picked up another job working at The Hills Bowling Club, it was down the road from my house on Seven Hills road. I lasted in that job for 2 months. I quit because the manager Jon is a prick who wouldn't give me the chance to be a waiter and I hope he dies of lung cancer.
My Aunt Cecily died on my 29th Birthday (a few hours after I had sex with an Escort) and I didn't give a fuck.
I didn't spend much money in 2014 on paying for sex. I had to rebuild what I destroyed in 2013.
On Boxing Day 2014 I finally left Sydney Australia after 17 months at home. I went to Timor Leste a country that is very close to my heart. The last few days of 2014 were spent in Dili, Jakarta and Singapore
2015. I started that year in Singapore, a week later I was back in Australia after picking up a badass illness in Borneo.
I made it my goal in 2015 that I would move to Sweden at the end of the year. I had a cheap ticket to Stockholm from Bangkok. All I had to do was not let life get in the way.
Life got in the way. I had a fight with Australian Customs for taking a 2 days jaunt to Port Moresby. I sent abusive hateful letters to Australians Customs and Peter Dutton MP. I even used my Australian Passport to wipe my arse one day as its the only good thing you can do with a shitty blue passport.
After a fight with my 67-year-old mother and many rejections from wankers subletting rooms in Baulkham Hills. I fucked off to Birmingham, UK. Nobody related to me in that dump of Middlesbrough was ever supportive of me living in the UK. They can all die of Lung Cancer and obesity for all I care
I had a hard life living in Birmingham, but no employer would give me a job. I told HR at Hilton Hotel Birmingham Metropole to go fuck himself and I sent allot of abusive threats to people who didn't hire me
I was given a trial at Aston Conference Centre in Birmingham to work as a food and beverage attendant. Because I overheard a chef yell out: I AM SICK AND TIRED OF MAKING ALL THESE FUCKING DISHES. I turned down the job offer and went travelling.
I wasn't happy. Even though I was a Marxist dog working in a Catholic Environment in Sydney I don't tolerate people swearing on the work front and I just hope all those wankers at Aston Conference Centre die of lung cancer
I travelled from London to Dublin and back to Birmingham. To Brussels where I nailed a prozzie near the train station. Switzerland was shit but Liectenstien got the gold medal. I also spent 20 minutes in Austria
I enjoyed my time in Croatia, Serbia and Macedonia. After losing my bank card in Bulgaria I had to return to Brum for a few days before going back to Australia.
I returned to Australia because I felt like I needed to look after my Mum after her heart operation. It was such a great 8 weeks away from Oz as I had moved out of home for the first time in my life
I gained employment with another Imperialist Agency called Pinnacle People.
Those guys at Pinnacle got me working at allot of great events. I sold alcohol at Fleetwood Mac!
At 30 years old I grew sick and tired of living with my Asexual Brother Simon who had no balls to move out of the home. My Cousins Ex-Girlfriend was being a cunt as usual and my Mum called her a peasant.
My Mum sold the house I lived in from age 2. It was at the time in my life that I realize I had to move out of the home. After a bit of heave-ho. I left to go back to Birmingham, move into a flophouse and then spray the Eastern European tenants with Xenophobia due to complaints about my B.O
For the next few weeks, I travelled up and down the UK. I went to London to see Metal Church, I went to Guernsey to see my Cousin, Aston to have sex with 2 wannabe pornstars, Aberdeen to see my other Cousin.
I left the UK for the 2nd time in under 12 months. I had lost the motivation to live there because I was so fucking angry at all the European Unionist taking my jobs and telling me how to live my life.
After leaving behind the UK I went to Saudi Arabia for a few hours before landing in Malaysia. I overland it to Myanmar, Thailand, Cambodia and Laos before ending up in Cairns Australia.
After putting together my life again, I moved to Melbourne, Australia where I stayed for 2 months. Employers never gave me the chance to get a job. I had a dumbshit Kenyan lady fuck around with me at Pinnacle People. I had Homophobic slur thrown at me while Working for Crown Casino and I retaliated by threating Islamic VIolence on that Australian-Asian fat shithead who called me a poof and doof.
I was living in a house in Melbourne, 12 beds in one room. It was like a hostel. I became very sick with the flu. My GP in Melbourne was a useless shithead who got her Doctors Licence out of a cereal box in Colombo. She could never give me the right amount of medications.
I went to Melbourne hospital that day on the 7th of September 2016. I was on an IV drip for most of the night. After getting discharged, I took my sorry self back to Sydney and lived with a Chinese family for my last few weeks in Australia
I left Australia on the 7th of November 2016, 2 months after I nearly died in Melbourne. I flew to Hong Kong before landing in Vladivostok.
It would take me 3 weeks to travel overland to London. I stopped off in Moscow, Tallinn, Riga, Stockholm, Denmark, Dunkirk. By the time I got back to London, I had been on 56 nations.
I ended my 2016 in Birmingham, England. I moved here for the 3rd time in less than 2 years
2017. I gained employment in Birmingham with another shitty agency.
I had to deal with xenophobic pricks at Job interviews, on the streets of Wolverhampton and the workforce in Stafford. People just don't understand why White Person born in Australia has the right to live in the United Kingdom.
I had a dangerous meeting with Joan COllins DBE in London on International Women's Day. I was throwing up outside of Golders Green Tube station hours before I met the Dame!
Metal Steve, my longtime friend from Blacktown came to London that day to see me for an hour
After getting punched out on Broad Street, Birmingham. I decided I would leave this shithole and move to Cornwall. I left Cornwall after 24 hours as I couldn't stand working in a shithole part of the country.
In the space of 6 days, I travelled from Lands end to John O Groats. Along the way, I had to deal with Prick ex-employers at Berry Recruitment because they were the knobs who sent me to work with those Dumb Bald obese chain-smoking fish and chip eating Xenohpobic pigs at Alstom Grid.
I went back to Birmingham to try again. Nobody would fucking hire me. So I did the one thing I wanted to do since 2015. I obtained Dole Payments in the UK and spent those Xenophobic Pig taxes on my rent and sex with a pornstar.
I moved to London at the start of June 2017. Days after the London Bridge terrorist attacks, I was thinking of going back to Australia. But everything changed once I started living in London Youth Hostels. I gained a job and was thinking of going abroad sometime soon
After many months of living in Hostels, I found a place to live in Golder Green. Due to the Dumbshit Xenophobic Can't speak English Italian Housemates and an Immigrant Prick agent from Spain who stole my rent money and lied to me. I walked the fuck out of this Fascist shithole in Golders Green
So I resumed living in London Youth Hostel and working days on end without a day off because of retarded.
It was in the first few months of living in London that I discovered that London has so many interesting sights to VLOG and that's what I did.
After 11 months of holed up in the UK. I jailbroke out of England and went to Georgia, Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan and Armenia. I was great to mark Armenia as my 60th nation
I finished the year by having Christmas Day in Malta with an Australian lady and New Years Eve with my cousin Lesley in Cambridge
2018. I was on 62 nations and I was hungry for more countries. I wanted to finish off my map of Europe. I wanted to get to new places.
January 2018 I went to Oslo, Norway
Feb 2018 I went to Vatican City
March 2018 I went to Minsk, Belarus
Before I jaunted to Iceland in April 2018, I went north to Glasgow to see Dark Angel perform their only European gig of 2018 before visiting my cousin in Abdreen
After coming back from Iceland, seeing Foreigner and doing a talk about an ONJ concert I went to in 2012, I was starting to get fucking angry at my job in London.
Its because the Stoner chef hired 2 fuckwit KP who turned out to be shit. So I had to work 24 hours in 2 days. I was so angry I confronted the Chef in the cool room and announced my resignation from the job
I quit England 18 months after I came back here. I left to travel from Croatia to Macedonia.
I spent all of July 2018 living in a house in Stockholm, Sweden. Nobody in Sweden could give me a fucking job and I had to do with the same Xenophobic questioning the white British cunts asked me in a job interview
Sweden is a better country than in the UK. It isn't full of racists cunts, but the Swedish government won't give you an ID number without a job and worse of all you can't pay for sex with Tax Payers money!
After a long trip from Iasi to Moldova and Back to London; I resumed my London life. I lived with a lovely Jamaican lady in Leytonstone and regained what I left behind in London
I finished off 2018 by going from Cancun to San Jose, Costa Rica without flying. I made it to my 80th nation
I came back from Cancun with only 20 countries until my century.
At the end of January 2019, my hostel life in London came to an end. I found a place to live in North London and I've stayed here for all of 2019
I went to Baku, Azerbaijan and Cyprus in April 2019. I had finished off my map of Europe
In the space of 1 week, I saw Dream Theater in Slovakia, prayed at a Shul in Budapest, visiting Khalil Gibran tomb in Bchare and met UN troops in Cyprus
I broke out of my shell and became a Barista in September 2019
After 9 years of travel, I finally planted my flag in South America. 2 weeks away from London got to me Brazil, Suriname, French Guiana and Guyana all without flying!
I find it amazing that I started my decade in Sydney Australia as an Arrogant Unemployed, metalhead. But then I end the Decade in London, England as a Proud Marxist, British Citizen whose been on 87 and even found the time to Heckle Kylie Mingogue in London!